Jan 1 - Bushey Redux
A new year and time to head home.
We awaken to an idyllic London morning with the ground and trees covered with a picturesque coating of hoar frost. The Brits are under the impression that it is cold; little do they know.
The only event on the schedule was a second attempt at Bushey Cemetery to visit the grand folks, bookending our failed attempt to visit on the first day of the journey. This time the cemetery was open and we managed to find my grandmother and grandfather's graves, though had to give up on finding my grand-aunt and great-grandparents due to lack of time and a bitter wind.
Twelve hours later we're safely home in Calgary... and HOLY CRAPOLA IS IT COLD HERE. :(
We awaken to an idyllic London morning with the ground and trees covered with a picturesque coating of hoar frost. The Brits are under the impression that it is cold; little do they know.
The only event on the schedule was a second attempt at Bushey Cemetery to visit the grand folks, bookending our failed attempt to visit on the first day of the journey. This time the cemetery was open and we managed to find my grandmother and grandfather's graves, though had to give up on finding my grand-aunt and great-grandparents due to lack of time and a bitter wind.
Twelve hours later we're safely home in Calgary... and HOLY CRAPOLA IS IT COLD HERE. :(
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